Gran’s Comforting Coffee Cake_THE EVENING A PART OF ME DIED_The Right Tool For The Job_Sakura Angel
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Gran’s Comforting Coffee Cake
Meg tasted a teaspoonful of her latest attempt at what was supposed to be her Gran’s Comforting Coffee Cake, and waited. In less than a minute a worm of unease began to twist in her gut, and her heart rate began to climb.“Uh!” Meg took a gulp of the lukewarm peppermint tea she had standing by for just such an outcome, and followed it with a deep, steadying breath. Wrong again!After another few rounds of sip, deep breath, sip, deep breath, she picked up the still-warm cake tin in both hands, and upended it straight into the bin. The first four tries had gone into the back garden to feed the cro...
THE EVENING A PART OF ME DIED
THE EVENING A PART OF ME DIED Author: V Pattabhi Ram Write a story that starts with someone writing their will — one they know people won't like.Cast:Nisha Shora, Shloka Shora, and A M Chako This story is set in Mumbai, IndiaThe slim notepad sat in a far corner of the table, gathering dust for two months. On page 3, Nisha Shora had jotted in green ink, "NASA." Underneath in blue: "must travel to space." By the side was a picture of a smiling Kalpana Chawla, the astronaut. In another sheet, there's a scrawl, which reads, "Impossible says, 'I'm possible." Beneath it is a photograph of Stephen H...
The Right Tool For The Job
The sun reflecting off my platinum-gold pen Max gave me for my sixtieth birthday yesterday, hurts my eyes. I could move away from my favourite writing desk. Or use another pen. I hear dad’s voice in my head saying ‘always use the right tool for the job.’I sigh. Only because I could doesn’t mean that I will. Since the occasion of my writing is of high consequence, I decide against one of the Bic pens I keep in ten-packs in my drawer. The Lamborghini of pens should be the right tool for this job. I lower the blinds to block out the sun. Who would have thought that writing my will would be so har...
Sakura Angel
Waking up early in the morning, Sheila felt dull and drained from all the life changes that had happened over the past few years. As her mind wandered into thoughts of the past, family members, friends, her job, home, and even furniture were all gone, she reminded herself she was starting over from scratch! Stretching her long, skinny body while flipping off the covers, with a sigh, she got up and walked into the kitchen twww.onedoor.cco get a glass of water. She leaned against the sink to support her tired body and saw a brilliant purple butterfly float by the window before her. The angle of early morning ...